I am in the mood

to inflict great amounts of pain on

  • small animals
  • little children
  • those masterminds who smeared that mysterious white secretion on my elevator buttons for the last two days (which i’ve no way to find out who they are unless I hide at the lift landing)
  • incessantly chatty teenagers who think hunger games is a good movie
  • my cellphone which has been slow and unresponsive, delaying my fast paced city life.

(In no chronological order which is why I used bullets instead of numbering. However, if I were to use numbering, those bastards behind the white secretion would get it first.)